i come from {poetry thursday}
i want to share another poem i wrote at artfest in susan wooldridge's poemcrazy class...when i read this poem tonight, i was reminded of possibility once again.
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I come from
a land where Cinderella eats a
black apple and dances in
both her shoes.
I come from
a tree house city where I watch
forest elephants search for their souls
inside a purple sky.
I come from
a field of gold and pink dotted petals
nestled in the breast of the milky way.
I come from
a heron’s wing, a wooly fleshed
warbler, a chickadees spell.
I come from
a tiptoeing, still, winter home
where I wrap myself in
a blanket of stories.
Reader Comments (17)
love it! so proud of you, your journey and your bravery.
xo
gorgeous poem Liz.xoxo
I like this one. It reminds me of where I'm from too, just a bit.
Lovin' it, Liz. Such imagination and rich details to bring your vision to my mind. It's difficult for me to play with words like this and 'poemcrazy' is a great resource to get you to do just that. I can definitely see possibilities woven through this poem.
It has a fairy tale effect!
liz.. i am so DRAWN to the last verse... the tiptoeing, still, winter home....
i know this place... somewhere that my heart resides.
xo
i love the last verse too! "where i wrap myself in a blanket of stories". wow.
btw, found your blog via poetry thursday. do you mind if i add you as one of my links? really enjoyed reading your posts.
cheers!
~odessa
I LOVE the third and final stanzas. This is lovely, Liz. Thank you.
I love the combination of realism and whimsy - rather like magical realism - in your poem. Beautiful! I especially like the last line.
14 June 2007
Of Fly Catchers and hidden lakes.
Of sleeping lizards and morning dew.
It is of birdsong and misty dawns
and fleeced clouds floating in a still pool.
The waters ripple awake in the gathering morn.
The first water birds head out for the far shore.
Pure magic. Thank you.
Very lovely...beautiful + goosebumps...
i got chills when you read this to me in our dorm room at artfest and i love it still now. it's so, so good.
Such lovely imagery in this.
dearheart
you are sweet and remarkable :)
You come from a place of magic and imagination -- and from that place, everything/anything is possible. You -- your story, your journey, your life -- are possible.
Seems that the poemcrazy class helped you dive into the possibility -- what a wonderful learning for you, Liz!
What a vividly magical poem! xx, JP